eight impressions (7)

these same trees here
when i was just a boy,
closer to a time when
there were only forty-five states
than now.

we used to be a people
who arrogantly assumed
we knew what was best for everyone else.
used to be
and still are.

but at our best
like these trees
we grow in abundant anonymity,
beautiful with the seasons,
and reach no further than
our legitimate roots
and sun-thirsty branches
can take in

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